Loving Pinkamena: Part 4

>You felt good.
>Very good.
>Pure pleasure was coursing through you, wrapped in bliss. You never wanted to leave the pink light enveloping you. It felt too good to ever leave..
>You snap your eyes open.
>Something was moving on top of you.
>It was Pinkie.
>You look down, but only see Pinkie’s hair. She had her arms wrapped around you pretty tight, and she was..
>She was rubbing against you.
>You also realized that you had Pinkie’s ass in an iron grip. You quickly ease the pressure, and Pinkie lets out a little gasp.
>She was rubbing her hips up and down, repeating the process over and over..
>She was grinding against you.
>Below the belt, you were standing tall and proud, and every time Pinkie would rub, the joyous feeling sent little shocks all over your body.
>Pinkie: Mmmmhh~…
>You couldn’t believe it. Pinkie was grinding you in her sleep.
>What do you do?
>You felt paralyzed, unsure of your next move.
>Pinkie lets out a loud gasp, and starts to go faster and faster. She was going so quickly that you actually had to hold on to her so she wouldn’t fall off of you. Then all of a sudden, Pinkie makes a giant, seductive moan.
>Her sound of pleasure made your area start to twitch uncontrollably. You scrunch your eyes shut as the moan carries on, slowly decreasing in volume.
>You felt her hips press into you as hard as she could. Reflexes have your arms help her, and push her further into you. Clothes were blocking the two of you, but she pushed just hard enough to have your tip go in. You actually felt her lower muscles tighten up, just enough to grab you.
>The feeling of it all made you let out one uncontrollable thrust, enough to penetrate just a little more, and making Pinkie let out another long moan.
>Pinkie gripped you a little tighter, and let out a sigh.
>She just..
>It was powerful enough that you could feel it, through both of your clothes, you could feel her when she finished..
>Pinkie had loosened her grip on you, and relaxed her muscles. You realized that you had tightened your hands on her backside again. You loosen up on your grip.
>But not all the way.
>Pinkie started shivering again. You aren’t sure whether it was the cold or her sugar crash, but you slowly rock back and forth again, easing Pinkamena back to sleep. You give her a small kiss on the top of the head, the faint scent of cotton candy in your nose.
Pinkie: Mmmm..lov…yu..
>You couldn’t quite catch what she said, but it warms you up still. You clutch the shivering girl in your arms as you slowly drift off again.




>You were tired.
>Really tired, but you knew that it was just the pills. They weren’t exactly energy shots, but just enough to get you through a day.
>You slowly put your hand in your pocket, taking out the pills, and popping one in your mouth.
>You feel the same full feeling almost instantly, and stretch out on the grassy ground.
>You felt something underneath you, so you groan and pull it out from under you. It whips out, and hits you in the face.
>It was Pinkie’s shirt. There was a strong smell of sugar and blood on it. You weren’t sure if you really liked the smell of blood and sugar together, but it made you suddenly have a deep desire to see Pinkie. You find your shirt close by, and put it on. There were some tears in it since you came to this place. It also didn’t seem to have that flawless white color anymore. It had grass stains and blood stains all over it. You look down, and see your pants and shoes were the same way, just a green, white, and red mess. You still had a gash from where Pinkie cut you again, but you see that it was still healing up nicely.
>You take Pinkie’s shirt in your hands, and push yourself from the ground, getting on to your feet.
>You shake your head, and stretch again. It was going to be a long day.
>You turn around, and before you have time to react, a soaking wet Pinkie wraps her arms around you, giving you a big hug, and a giant kiss. You kiss her back, and hand Pinkie her shirt.
>Pinkie: Took you long enough to wake up.
Yeah, sorry about that. It’s a side effect of those pills..
>Pinkie: How do you know so much about them?
What, the pills?
>Pinkie: Well, yeah but.. everything. How do you know so much about that place?
Well, I used to be a guard-
>Pinkie: What?! But then how did you end up a prisoner?!
A long story short: I messed up, and big time.
>Pinkie just sighs, and hugs you again. Her breasts push into your chest, and you start rubbing your hands on her thighs. She starts making little coos and gasps, and you stop, pulling her in for a smooch.
>You practically have to drag her to get moving again.
>You noticed that the stream had gotten a lot deeper since when you first saw it. You could tell that the bottom had to be at least 10 feet away now, and it was starting to get a lot greener near the deep stream.
>Pinkie started to hold on to you more, and you could tell that she was getting tired. The lack of sugar must still be draining her system.
>Pinkie went from walking beside you, to leaning on your shoulder, to grasping your arm, and soon you really were watching as you were actually dragging her, watching her feet slide out from underneath her, she wasn’t even trying anymore.
Pinkie? Do you want to take a rest?
>Pinkie: I-I’m fine…
>You gently lay her down in the dense, thick grass, now littered with other various plant life. You were never an expert on plants, but you were pretty sure that you have never seen anyone of these plants before.
>You sit down with your legs stretched out, your hands behind your back supporting you, and Pinkie was resting her head on your lap, already dead. Her hair was blocking part of her face as usual, and you push the hair behind her ear. You play with her hair a little longer, and notice that even though you two were getting pretty dirty again, Pinkie’s hair was still flawlessly clean, straight, and soft as silk. You keep running your fingers through it as Pinkie regains her strength.
>Did she just kick her leg out? When she did, you noticed something under her shorts, just for a brief second.
>It looked like some sort of tattoo, but the reveal was too brief to be sure. You did notice however, that you could see a little, wavy line at the very top of her leg, right where the shorts were blocking the rest of it. You never noticed it before, and yet it seemed to stand out so much right now.
>You keep stroking through Pinkie’s hair as you wait.
>And wait.
>And wait.
>You start to grow worried as Pinkie does not move, but a gentle nudge gives you an annoyed and exhausted look from her.
Pinkie, are you sure you’re ok?
>Pinkie: *groan* I think so..
>You try to keep her moving by almost force feeding her grass. She reluctantly takes it, but only if you pick it up, and put it to her mouth yourself.
>Either way, she still wasn’t getting up, and you knew that nighttime could come very quickly here.
>You start pulling the leaves off of a bush nearby. Maybe she could eat it?
>As soon as you show her the leaf, the first thing to register it was her nose.
>She automatically sniffed it, and her eyes widened.
>Pinkie sat upright, and took the leaf.
>Pinkie: Where did you..?!
>You show her the bush, curious as to what it was.
She starts picking the leaves off of it, and cramming them in her mouth.
>You watch in amazement as she clears out half of the bush in a matter of seconds.
>Finally, she drops her back to the ground and lets out a comforting sigh.
Pinkie, what was that?
>Pinkie: You don’t know what this plant is?
..No..
>Pinkie spends her time picking off the leaves, and shoving them in her pockets, then gets up as if her sugar crash never happened.
>Pinkie: Those were Alcane leaves!
What are those?
>Pinkie just rolls her eyes.
>Pinkie: You know, they are where we get most of our sugar.. oh.. right. Anyway, that is where we usually get sugar from! Don’t you?
No. I mean, not from an.. Alcane? We get it from a sugar cane plant I think..
>Pinkie: Ooh, really?
>Pinkie sure loved sugar.
I think so. I mean, I know it goes through a lot of processing and stuff, but I’m not sure exactly what.
>Pinkie walks with you, telling everything she knew about sugar, which was quite a lot. She also told you that she apparently worked in a bakery, and even told you how to make various cakes, brownies, and pies all from memory.
>Her memory on things was quite remarkable.
>While she was talking, you noticed Pinkie’s footing and pacing start to get a little uncoordinated.
You okay?
>Pinkie: Mmmhmmmm~, just fine!
>She begins to hug you a lot more as you walk; even making you sway back and forth at times. Pinkie started getting uneven with her pacing, sometimes falling far back, and sometimes ahead of you. One time when she was ahead, she looked back at you, and you saw her swinging her hips a lot more as she walked. To top it off, she would sometimes pretend to drop a leaf accidently, and bend over to pick it up.
>Usually, it was when she was only a couple of feet in front of you, and you would always smash into her.
>Pinkie: Oohhh…~
>A lot of times you would grab her hips without even realizing it.
>After around the fourth or fifth time this happened, you straighten Pinkie up, and turn her facing you.
>She had a look of pure lust and desire in her eyes, looking up expectantly.
Pinkie?
>Pinkie: Yeess~ ?
What was in those leaves?
>Pinkie: *giggle* I told you silly! Just sugar. Mostly.
And?
>Pinkie: ..And some teensy little weeny bits of alco *hic* hol..
>She hiccupped right in your face, and you can smell a tiny bit of alcohol lingering, still being strongly overpowered by the smell of cotton candy and grass.
>Pinkie was drunk.
>As you try to figure out what to do with this, Pinkie starts to grind against you.
Uh, Pinkie, what are you-?
>Pinkie: Shhh..
>She puts her lips over yours, and you get the deepest kiss from Pinkie so far. Candy fills your thoughts as she presses into you again. She takes your hands, and has you put them on her ass, making you squeeze them, and then moans in your mouth.
>You love every second of it, and Pinkie starts to grind up and down you, making your member nice and tall.
>She throws her arms over your shoulders, and wraps her long, smooth legs around your waist, kissing you deeply still. She groans and coos as you are rubbed up against her, and you still try to process if this was really happening.
>It’s not that you didn’t like it, you absolutely loved it, but Pinkie wasn’t… really..
>Pinkie has taken off her shirt, and somehow yours without you even realizing it. She then eyes you, full of lust, as she unclips her bra, and it drops to the ground.
>Pinkie’s giant heaps of joy were right in your face, and rational thinking was reduced to a turtle’s pace. Information wasn’t flowing as smooth as it used to, and all you could think about was what was in front of you at the moment.
>She giggles at your silence, and kisses you deeply, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and pushing her naked breasts into your chest.
>They were nice, and warm, creamy and smooth to the touch, and you were already loosing track at what you were worried about.
>You feel the grass between your feet. Pinkie had somehow gotten your shoes and socks off, as well as her own. You don’t question it anymore; your body was in paradise.
>Pinkie gave you deeper and deeper kisses, and you feel your pants slowly drop from your waist. You look down, and realize that you and Pinkie were only in your underwear now.
>You snap back to attention.
>Pinkie was drunk. She wasn’t thinking clearly right now, and you shouldn’t take advantage of her. Maybe if sh- AAUGH!
>You let out a yell in pain. Your shoulder felt like it was on fire now, and Pinkie was giving you a look of lust again.
>You feel blood start to trickle down your back, and you grow alarmed. You feel around your back, and feel the hilt of a knife.
>Pinkie just stabbed you.
>She was still moaning in pleasure as you gripped the knife, and pulled it out of you. You feel a sharp pain as you feel it exit you, and you start to sweat.
>Your hardness was gone now; the blood needed flowing out your back.
>Finally, Pinkie comes to terms with what she did.
>Pinkie: Oh, I’m sorry Aanon!
>She licks her hand, and rubs it on the cut. It started to sting again, but you knew it would help.
>She looks at you with even more lust then before, licking her hand clean, and kissing you again.
>The taste of blood-stained cotton candy fills your mouth, and you try to kiss her back, but you knew it was pointless now.
>You collapse on your back, and Pinkie gives you a pleading look.
>Pinkie: Please~ ?
>She looks at you with her adorable eyes, but you simply shake your head.
I’m sorry Pinkie, I can’t..
>She lets out a pout, but argues no further.
>The darkness starts to settle in again, Pinkie giving moans of disappointment as she grinds against your useless length.
>Sleep comes very, very slowly for Pinkie, and you still receive deep kisses every now and then.
>Eventually, she falls asleep, and you start playing with her hair again. Her body warmth was a lot more intense this time, and you start to fight consciousness again.
>You fall asleep, blood slowly clotting on your shoulder, pain still shooting through your arm, and the girl you loved having done it all lying right on top of you.